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Can death be sleep when life is but a dream? (c) "On Death" by John Keats (1795 – 1821). It’s just senseless to ask this question in the context of modern materialism. It’s obvious that Keats doesn’t assume that life is just a dream; that’s not the point. Poetry, essentially, is not for understanding the world around us or the essence of things; for this there is physics, mathematics and biochemistry. Even philosophy goes shoulder to shoulder with modern physics and completely relies on it. Poetry, music and art only reflect a Human experience that arise as a result of their interaction with the world. They will never help us understand the nature of the universe; nor will they give us the answer to questions like “what is the meaning of life?”, or “what is the meaning of my or your life?”. However, that’s quite natural, they are not expected to give these answers. Then what are they for? And why compare life to a dream? Let’s listen to the album.

Idea 1.
Ages ago, the new gods came and overthrew the Titans, the grand gods of the past, causing a small apocalypse to the planet Earth in the process. The overthrown and banished leader of the Titans, Saturn, fell into eternal sleep. But Thea (mother of the Sun, Moon and Dawn) came to him. She was able to reach out to him and awaken him from his sleep, his stupor, absolute despair, pain and shame. But life is not a film by Marvel. Saturn, Thea and their allies did not rush to take their revenge and start a new war. The second chance they got gave them the opportunity to reflect. Should they take revenge? After all, they themselves had once conquered the world, overthrowing the gods of yore. Perhaps the time had come for them to depart as well, allowing a new generation to create and evolve? Having been defeated, Thea was able to give the old gods hope to find their place in the new, transformed world. (refer to "Hyperion" by John Keats)

Idea 2
Generally speaking, things were very bad until a woman came along and showed love and mercy. I have turned to Indian traditional music to convey a woman’s feelings for a man. The reputation of Indians in this area is unsurpassed: everybody knows who wrote the Kama Sutra. Their music has many different ragas (raga – color, passion) devoted to everyday life. The evening ragas are the most intimate and beautiful ones. Indian girls sing them when the sun has already set. A lot of work has been done during the long day and soon it’s time to go to bed. Now all that is missing is the one she loves. The girl has missed him very much over the long day and waits for him to return. Eventually he comes home, naturally, and the girl is happy, and so her joy colors the hearts of people enchanted by her song.

Idea 3
Can a human live without this color? The hero of Dostoevsky's story "The Dream of a Ridiculous Man" has no woman and no friends. He is completely alone and sees no purpose in his existence. All this makes him cruel not only towards those around him (he refuses to help an orphan girl in need), but also to himself. He decides to kill himself. Late at night, in a cold little apartment somewhere in St. Petersburg, he shoots himself in the heart. And the road, which started in the grave, turns into a cosmic journey to a planet inhabited by people who know no pain, no deceit, no suffering. They are as happy as children and live in peace. But the hero brings a piece of our world with him: first he teaches people innocent humor, then deception, and then they themselves invent murder and betrayal. Having fallen into debauchery, the inhabitants of this world decide to create Science in order to find the lost pillar of their lives. But they fail. The hero wakes up a different man. Once he sees with his own eyes that people can truly live in peace with each other, after beholding the Truth, he doesn't just refuse to commit suicide. He changes his life dramatically and does everything he can to bring our life at least a little closer to the Truth. In the end, he returns to the orphan girl and becomes a father to her.

Human life is an interesting thing. Science has given us the understanding that we are flying through space on a huge rock with a thin layer of air, orbiting a unremarkable star that is also flying somewhere. Having given us an estimated scale of events, Science so far has failed to enable us to travel to distant stars or explain the principles of the quantum world. Modern biochemistry gradually provides us with an understanding of how life is arranged. However, it fails to explain the mechanisms of aging. We see that we fly through space, people around us die and are born, our bodies are constantly broken, and the territory of the planet is divided into many fractions that act only in their own interests. Science does not provide answers to the questions: what should we do with the information about reality, or how should we live with all this? Not just to remain sane but to live with confidence. After all, tales of the afterlife don't work among educated people anymore. This album was written in an effort to find answers. And I have found them.

-Nicephorus
P.S.
Dedicated to my paramour.